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A regular guy with sadistic intent
Only when full am I truly content
Regular life, so meaningless and dull
When I cook my desires are fulfilled

It's the ultimate high
It's like being reborn
It's like meeting God
I'd gouge his eyes out too, if I could

At first I didn't understand
Why these things played out in my head
Until one day I couldn't stop
Until the sorry fuck was dead

The smell of blood
The taste flesh
Your cooperation
Is all I ask
I prefer you struggle
Please try to resist
I enjoy a challenge
This I do insist
Hand grasping your throat
And knife to the gut
We'll open you up
With a slow moving cut
Let's take a look inside
See what we can find
I'll cook it right on up
With some lima beans and a nice chianti

I kill
‘Cause I can
There's no denying the pleasure it brings me
I'll stop
When I'm dead
They'll talk about me like Christ, Gandhi, or Reagan

A master of my craft
Like a twisted Iron Chef
I'll cook up Bobby Flay
And the rest of those celebrity hacks
Mind the portion size
I don't want to get too full
Sadistic Culinary Arts
A need I must fulfill

It's the ultimate high
It's like being reborn
It's like meeting God
I'd gouge his eyes out too, if I could

So divine, unlike anything else
And to believe I get it all to myself
You'll never know just how good you taste
Unless I force it down your fucking face

It's the ultimate high
It's like being reborn
It's like meeting God
I'd eat the fucker too, if I could